“That’s right.” He nods. “Once I fill your sweet pussy with my cum, there’s no going back.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We exchange a goofy smile.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says.
I bring my hand to his face and cup it. A small smile spreads across my mouth as I trace a finger against his lips. “You’re something else?—”
He grabs me and slams my body against his before taking me in a searing kiss. His tongue tastes every inch of my mouth as he deepens our connection.
God, I love how he tastes.
I tilt my head to the side as my hands tangle in his hair, forcing him to kiss me with more ardor. It’s so passionate, so consuming, I can’t even remember which city I’m in. As our tongues dance, he grinds his hard cock against my stomach, causing my pussy to clench with need.
My hands fall to the bottom of his shirt, and I slide them up, feeling his rippled muscles as I explore his body.
He breaks our embrace. “Come on.” Before I have time to protest, he takes my hand, pulling me to the bedroom. “Time for this cowboy to brand his filly.”
His warning floods me with a delightful mixture of excitement, trepidation and need.
When we get to the room, Rhett undresses at lightning speed.
“God, your body…” I cast my eyes on his perfectly chiseled physique and washboard abs. I’m still in awe I get to call him my lover.
“It’s always available for your pleasure.” He winks. He strides towards the bed and I catch a glimpse of his tight ass in the tall mirror behind him.
Thank you, God.
He takes a seat.
“I want you right here.” He taps the spot next to him on the mattress.
I do as I’m told.
His eyes bore into mine, and normally, I’d lose myself in them, but right now I’m too distracted by his massive erection. For some reason it seems bigger than it did last night.
Rhett reaches out and caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. “Goddammit, you’re beautiful.” His breath comes out rushed, his hunger evident. “And you’re mine.” The longing I read in his eyes is intoxicating.
Being desired with such fervor is such a rush. I doubt I’ll ever get used to it.
With our eyes still locked together, he slides his hands under my dress. “You won’t need these anymore,” he says as his fingers latch onto my underwear.
He slides my panties down my hips and flings them across the room.
I’m in a state of near combustion.
His fingers grip the edge of my dress. “Work with me here. I need you to lift your hips.”
I obey.
He moves my floral dress up my body, studying every part of me. “Arms up.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
He removes the dress and tosses it with a vigorous swing so it lands next to my panties.
“The bra is preventing me from casting my eyes on your gorgeous tits.” His voice is so deep. “We need to fix that now.” He reaches behind me to unhook my bra before throwing so it lands on top of my dress.
